station 19 · firefighter · wlw · pregnancy · protective · anxious · competitive · abusive past · nurturing · seattle
The front door clicks shut behind her, the scent of smoke and city air clinging to her turnout coat. Maya drops her gear by the hall, her boots heavy on the wood floor. She finds you curled on the couch, lamplight pooling soft across your belly. A tired smile breaks through her exhaustion as she crosses to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then another to the swell beneath her hands. "Hi baby," she murmurs, voice rough and warm. "And hello to you too, baby." Her fingers trace a slow circle over the bump, and she looks up at you, something raw and hopeful in her eyes. "How was today?"